The Hideaway…
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~Chapter 2 - Coffee
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La la la la
La la la la
La la la la
I want you to love me, like I'm a hot pie
Keep thinkin' of me, doin' what you like
So boy forget about the world cuz it's gon' be me and you tonight
I wanna make your bed for ya, then Imma make you swallow your pride
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world...
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only one...
Want you to take me like a thief in the night
Hold me like a pillow, make me feel right
Baby I'll tell you all my secrets that I'm keepin', you can come inside
And when you enter, you ain't leavin', be my prisoner for the night
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world...
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands, like I'm the only one who knows your heart, only one...
Take me for a ride
Oh baby, take me high
Let me make you first
Oh make it last all night
Take me for a ride
Oh baby, take me high
Let me make you first
Make it last all night
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world...
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man
Only girl in the world...
Girl in the world...
Only girl in the world...
Girl in the world...
(Rhianna - Only Girl (In the world)
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{BELLA-POV}
"Morning beautiful..." Edward wakes, hissing before sucking in a sharp breath - as I run my tongue along the underside of his beautiful throbbing shaft, wetting it. It's so pretty... I embarrassingly told him so once, and now he wants reminders all the time.
The sheets begin to grind in shallow pools around my knees as Edward fiercely grips the bed linens beneath him… I know he's loving it; every short minute of it. I gently stroke with hands and mouth, flicking my tongue… while intently listening to some of the most erotic sounds I've ever heard escape a man. His morning voice is always soft and a little raspy; incredibly sexy. It never fails to land in pulsating quivers right between my thighs, opening that ache for fulfillment…
"Mmm…I love your cock," I anxiously purr - nuzzle included. I can't really tell him what I'm feeling. Truth is, I don't know him all that well. We have amazing sexy times and he rewards me generously. He's my boss and I've embarrassingly come to love him. I know it's wrong.
I try to push the focus back on him but find my center can be very hard to ignore. Sucking a little harder, I seal my lips around the base of his shaft to tantalize with a swirl of my tongue. I can't help but moan, needing him in more than just my mouth. This drives him absolutely wild...
Originally I went in with a preconceived notion that this would never be anything more than an arrangement. Not thinking that I would ever find any real pleasure in meeting Edwards needs. I was surprised when I found it to be; entertaining, enjoyable, immensely pleasurable, and oh-so satisfying quite early on.
Now, I'm addicted to his praise. I don't often get that at home, but here…
Edward is full of it.
I pin-point exactly when he's about to come. Not because he's pulsing in my mouth… But because he releases the tug on the sheets to drive his hands into my hair. When he locks his fingers I know exactly what he wants, but I'm in the mood for a little hair pulling. He writhes, absentmindedly thrusting toward my face. Letting me know, it's so good - he can barely stand it.
My eyes; he wants to see them. This started after our second week together. I thought it might be awkward, but it never was… Not even a little bit.
I meet his stare, settling on his gorgeous green eyes. So sexy… With an almost feminine spray of lashes. He's incredibly attractive, which makes this whole arrangement feel like a brilliant dream. Except I hadn't the ability to conjure up something this perfect.
His brows start to furrow, nostrils flare, and then he's shuddering beneath me… I prepare for what he's about to give me, swallowing his length as his body stiffens, abandoning himself to my pleasure. I've never felt sexier and this is where I get idiotic ideals that Edward might one day… I don't know, want me around for more than just sex? I know Edward doesn't need a paid whore, yet here I am.
I agonizingly wait while his lips quiver for a few moments, and then we get to my favorite part. When the lazy crooked smile reveals itself... If I want to see him laugh; I'll give the head one final long lick. He's really sensitive after and it's really just too damn cute.
That's the only time he ever tries to guard himself from me, and usually after I get that last lick.
He pops up and kisses my lips, fast and firm - stealing that opportunity away from me. He then groans along my ear as he grazes his hand along the edge of my panties. Quickly, easing a finger deep inside with very little effort. I know I'm wet, I can't deny the way Edward makes me feel. Immediately I arch to meet his hand and he graciously offers his thumb, circling my clit.
"Come with me," his lips are all over my neck. Slow wet heated kisses… I grind against his hand and he anxiously slips another finger inside. Leaving me gasping - I find myself catching my breath in a shivering inhale as I ride his hand while straddled over his bare thigh. So fucking good… Jake never thought I was worth the extra effort.
"Take off your shirt," he hisses in a ragged breath against my throat. My fingers trail clumsy over the buttons on my shirt. I'm trying to focus but it's all lost in my center - where he continues to bury his fingers deep inside, in a desperate rhythm.
He wants this just as much as I do.
A few buttons pop with assistance from Edward's impatient hand, echoing hollow as they skip across the wood floor. "I'll buy you a new one," he throatily reassures me before sealing his mouth around my nipple and offering it a gentle bite through my white undershirt. I suck in a sharp unsteady breath and my hands fist his beautiful messy caramel fudge strands, winding by the handful as I brace myself against the solid firmness of his bare chest. I don't give a damn about the shirt.
In releasing my overly sensitive nipple, his tongue drags repeatedly across my lips as he tries to catch them. My labored breathing complicates us from connecting, but he never fails to try… He loves, err wants me in all the ways I want Jake to love and appreciate me.
Reaching out he catches the back of my neck, using his new found leverage to firmly pull me down hard onto his other hand… "Just like that," I taunt - he has me right where he wants me. Hungrily interrogating with lips and tongue at my mouth, while I fill him with ragged moans and sighs. Incoherent babbles; he leaves me speaking in tongues.
He takes me over the edge in a series of warm and erratic waves, and I lose myself completely - in his eyes…
Before Edward, I'd never felt this appreciated or wanted... It was as if every fiber in my being was awakening to find all of these pleasures, some for the very first time. He makes me feel human again.
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"He hasn't hit me at all this week," I share with Alice over coffee… As If it really means anything. Jake hasn't made progress, it's just a stand still.
"I really wish you would tell Edward," Alice sighs.
"I don't ever want him to know, it's embarrassing enough…" I shake my head politely, before taking a small sip from my mug.
"Jake doesn't love you, he hits you. When are you going to realize that Bella?" This isn't the first time, Alice is always saying similar things. She understands, but she doesn't…
"He didn't always hit me," I defend Jake again. "Times are tough right now. Being with Edward is messing with my perception," I admit. Jake would never leave me, no matter how often I sometimes wish it.
"By showing you affection," Alice notes. The idea of taking that leap… The risk of losing Edward was more frightening than the thought of dealing with Jake on a really bad day. I need Edward, at least for a little while longer.
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I'm sitting on the couch with the television on, but there really isn't much on since we can't afford cable with all of Jake's online hobbies err habits. Jake has been sitting on the computer for at least six hours, minus three very brief bathroom breaks. There's no way he could have possibly washed his hands on any of the three occasions. Whatever he is doing is by far more important.
I know if I want to repair things with us, I have to put forth some effort. I'm having a hard time making a move, repulsed by the very presence of him. I don't even touch him anymore. There's so many changes that need to be made, I can't decide where to begin.
It doesn't matter. I know he won't put forth the effort to make the first move, unless asking to be waited on counts. Thus far I've made him a sandwich, refilled his glass of iced tea several times, and brought him a pair of socks - that are still resting to the side of the keyboard.
Eventually I can take a hint. I go to bed knowing Jake is going to choke the chicken with a sock and assistance from his internet harem. I bid him goodnight, it's the closest form of a thank you I can muster.
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{EDWARD-POV}
My first regret was that I didn't fuck her. I even considered being late for an appointment when I found her half dressed sitting on the kitchen counter. Her legs, beautifully bare and longer than the Nile were crossed at the ankle. I could see her right nipple clearly through the wet spot I'd left on her tank top. She sipped her coffee, completely unaware of my struggle.
My breath hitched in my throat when she offered to pour me a cup of coffee. I wanted to fuck the hell out of her over the kitchen island. Get down on my knees and beg her to never leave me. Craziest thought: tell her I love her.
I lie and tell her I'm running late, to escape doing something stupid. I regret not telling her each time we part. Fearful that one day all I'll be left with is memories of those gorgeous legs wrapped around me.
I know I have to tell her, if only to get it out for my own sanity. It just seems so fucking cheesy, love based on sex. I'm sure she'd be flattered for a few seconds, before she'd either laugh or realize this couldn't carry on anymore.
I spend my morning trying to convince myself I don't really love her. I love the sex. However I love the sex so much so - that I'll love her just to continue having the amazing sex. There's no way to get around it, I love her.
I keep hoping that one day she'll show some good faith and leave that douche bag. I ponder if I'm just being used. Then decide it doesn't even matter, I want Bella to use me. It's gotten to the point where I can't even look at another woman in a sexual way. My dick shrivels every time a woman flirts with me, it feels so wrong. I feel like it would be cheating, but I'm only cheating myself. After-all, Bella has him.
I spend my time away from her in a daze, thinking about her with him is almost maddening. It's about the only thing that keeps me going all day, I haven't slept well in weeks. I have to book a hall for a showing, meet with a printer and my manager to sign a few hundred reprints. Then catch up with the band for dinner and hit the recording studio.
I'm not even really listening to the pre-recorded tracks. I nod and go along with whatever they want. It ends in a blur at The Hideaway, where I drink all my cares away. I'm not even a witty drunk anymore. I've joined the depressed, angry, annoyed, and disorderly group. That makes me less approachable and I'm okay with that for now.
I waste a few hours staring at the phone. Knowing it would be a mistake to drunk dial, yet I can't get over the constant compulsion that keeps surging through my hand. My fingers dial and then I hang up, repeat, repeat, repeat. Breathe… Repeat, repeat… You get the idea. I'm not sure if having Bella on speed dial is idiocy or pure genius at this hour.
When my phone rings it scares the living shit out of me and I come thisclose to pissing myself. Regaining my composure and seeing Bella's name flash across the screen, I feel as if the clouds have brilliantly parted, angels are singing, and finally God has answered my every prayer. She rarely calls me and never this late.
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"Bella," I answer trying to conceal the utter shock in my slurred tone.
"You keep calling and hanging up?" She sounds confused and half asleep.
"Um… Did I?" I play dumb, terrified of how many of those calls could have possibly went through.
"Did you want me to come over?" She offers…
"You were sleeping. I'm sorry," I stammer.
"Okay," she whispers in a soft voice. My dick is leaping; he's selfish.
"Would you?" I ask, knowing I should have just punched myself right then.
"I'll let myself in," she purrs. I hang up the phone. I've got maybe twenty minutes to sober up and make the hard decisions. I know what I want to do to Bella, it's just a matter of how and where.
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After chugging the coffee leftover in the pot from this morning, I'm left with nasty breath and having to piss every five minutes. I have enough sense to at least use mouthwash before I decide to wait on the couch.
As time creeps by, the paranoia is a little sobering. I'm pissing way too damn often, and do you know how hard it is to aim with a hard on while less than sober? The task has become a hundred times more daunting than it should be! Where is she?
The drunk in me is annoyed and disappointed when she shows up twelve minutes later than I'd anticipated. I expected I'd get more for those twelve minutes. Maybe she'd brush the sleep out of her hair; evidence she'd been romping around with him. Be considerate and change out of her sleep clothes, of which she probably wore when she climbed into bed with him. I noticed everything, including the mint on her breath when she crawled into my lap to straddle me.
I felt safe seeking out her mouth. Fisting my hands in her hair, I pull her lips down to meet mine. Claiming them until they're swollen and cherry red. She releases this anxious little purr as she repositions herself to get a better reach into my pants. She found what she was looking for while I silently prayed I wouldn't have to piss for at least ten to fifteen more minutes.
Fearful I couldn't hold on much longer after she'd merely stroked the head of my cock a few times, I stilled her hands. Bella took the initiative to stand up and start undressing. Removing her pajama pants with her panties…
The hem of her t-shirt barely covers her, giving me subtle flashes of her slit. Beckoning for me to slide a hand there, I glide a few fingers through her slick folds. I leave her gasping and she sucks in her bottom lip, giving it a gentle bite. Her hips gravitate toward me as she raises and discards her shirt. She's so sexy; beautiful always…
I rise from the couch, guided by her bare soft curves. Eagerly she pulls at the back of my shirt until I drag my tongue over a hardened nipple. Suckling, she ceases in her efforts and hitches a leg at my hip, opening herself up to me.
I'm not too drunk to fuck, but I'm not as good as I once was. I quickly realize I don't quite have the coordination to pull of what she's anticipating. I've barely succeeded in keeping my own balance, let alone adding her weight into the mix. I step back before I stumble forward and drop her.
She comes at me and by the look in her eyes, I know I'm in trouble. She's not taking no for an answer. Pushing and pulling, I realize she wants my shirt. We start making headway toward the bedroom and I let her take it, rather than trying to fight my way out of it myself.
Bella makes no comment about my abbreviated state, I'm fairly certain she's caught on by now… She doesn't seem to care and I love her for just being here with me. I intend to give her exactly what she wants; as soon as I can steady myself accordingly.
She throws her arms around my neck. I can't tell who's leading who. The bedroom door is dancing back and forth. When I feel the thump of her back hitting the wall, I realize I've aimed poorly. Her hands drop to my waist to finish what she started, shoving my pants down far enough to free my aching cock.
My brain stops functioning - her hand, my cock - wow! The sensations are so fucking intense I'm not sure I can do this, already I can feel my knees starting to give out.
"I want you to fuck me," she pleads. I press my forehead against the wall beside her and try to work out the angle. Sensing my struggle she hitches her leg over my hip again. This time I'm better prepared and we're crashing into the wall instead of the floor.
She starts scaling me like a little spider monkey until she finds what she wants. When the head of my cock slips into her wet pool, I can't help but shudder. My drunken reflexes lead me to take a stumbling side step. I fill her with a purely accidental driving thrust during my attempt at pinning her securely back against the wall.
My paralyzing grunt manages to drown out her satisfied moan. I'm having a hard time moving my hips, afraid I'll lose it. I paint a heated line across her throat with my tongue as I try to recall yesterdays football scores; huge fail when she starts grinding back into me. She locks her hands in my hair and her breasts rise and fall, soft and bare up and down across my chest while she anxiously tries to ride me. She doesn't quite have the leverage with my hips firmly planted against hers and for that I'm grateful.
"Bella," I groan in warning. The warmth of her is already too much. Each time she bucks and tightens around me, I feel like I'm about to come.
"Mmm…please…" I tilt my head back, trying to distance myself… She keeps pulling me in, this time with teeth. Her tug on my bottom lip is anything but gentle; her frustration becoming apparent.
I gyrate in slow inconsistent circles. My knees are spongy springs, this is the sloppiest fuck I've ever delivered. That's what's running through my mind until I meet her gaze. Deep brown pools reflect her full attention is on me; yet I see him.
"Fuck me," she growls into my mouth. I pick up the pace and once I'm fucking her in a primal rhythm, my dick doesn't seem as sensitive.
"Like that," I hiss. She goes back to holding my lower lip hostage between her teeth, until one of us finishes or it bleeds apparently. The taste of copper fills my mouth; Bella releases my lip and flinches in wait for my reaction. I kiss her hard, pounding her ass against the wall while painting her mouth with bloody kisses.
Mine all mine… Yet I see him reflecting in her eyes. I close my eyes, mechanically shifting inside her. I realize I could fuck her until sunrise, there's no way in hell I'm going to finish now.
Every time our hips connect, she cries out. Various obscenities and sometimes my name. It helps, but nothing she does can erase him from invading my thoughts right now. Her tongue grazes my bloody lip; wet, warm, and soothing. I want to open my eyes, but I'm terrified of what I'll find.
I've given up all hope of finding any release for myself. Focusing my resentment for him into thrusting deeper and harder. Frantically trying to succeed in bringing her over the edge; give her what she wants.
When her muscles clench to shudder around me… I continue to pound incredulously. How can she fuck him and fuck me? Driving into her like it's a competition, I know it's the only way I can possibly win her over.
"Does he fuck you like this?" I spat while lost in the moment; entirely inappropriate. I regret the words as soon as they fly off my tongue. Bella quickly decides she's done having her fun with me and almost painfully bounces off my dick.
I fucking ruined it…
When I feel her hair graze the underside of my arm. I know she's gone and I can only imagine that she's busy gathering her things.
I open my eyes and I'm left bracing myself against a wall with a raging hard on. I think I might have to piss again and I know I'm going to have to say something so she doesn't walk out on me. I'm not sure an I'm drunk; what do you expect? Is going to cut it…
I'm fucked!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I pound my head against the wall to the rhythm of the you're fucked alarm going off in my head.
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~End Chapter 2 - Coffee
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